you slip inside
on the mirrors steams make masks
under the bubbles come extreme heat in liquid
night has growing relief and dech lights or candles
gifting the collecting brisk air
and the moon has grown
doing the ten favorite things while the three favorite desserts
vote to see who is ready first
ending the recall time after an quick noon when
notes which are tasting live the songs we like most
taming the joy or a mountain town
using a smile and gift of petersite
right when the sunset says hello
even when the pub, good old conor o’neils,
shifts the whole evening to delicious laughing sleepiness
